I'm really here to chat to you about anything I can think of, for grandson cuddles and to procrastinate.
Well I love sharing chocolate and playing cars with Budda, and chatting with readers.
Procrastination? That's a nasty word made up by people who don't know the importance of the first two things I mentioned.
It's not procrastination, it is quality time.
Because, let's face it, playing cars, and shh sneaking chocolate to Budda is important.
But so is chatting to you and saying thank you.
For oh so many things.
You let me ramble on about almost anything (I've said almost so you don’t say no we don't)
You bear with me when I scream shout and yee haa over a good review. We share virtual coffee, wine and chocolate, at all hours of the day or night, and I <3 you all for it.
Oh and you're always happy for me when I have a release day. Even if it's not your favourite type of story.
I don't think you'll ever know just how much that means to me.
I absolutely adore every facet of getting a book from my mind to yours. Even yes edits the split infinitives comma splices and multiple comments of 'run on sentence', (known to Doris and I as Doris' deadly sentences—so named by me the first time she hit me with a sentence five lines long—and 'independently acting body parts'. And that's just from Doris when she redits!
It’s a fact that my releases are like London buses. None for a while and several at once, occasionally at the same time—and you my lovelies still support me. J
Which I guess is weird that I'm on Doris blog today and no release.
Truly, no release.
Mind you I'm sort of in the middle of a release. Taken Identity is out on my publisher's site…
First pimp… https://www.totallybound.com/taken-identity
For some reason, she felt awkward, shy even. For goodness sake, Jules, she admonished herself. Get a grip. You haven’t agreed to anything, and he hasn’t asked. He might even be thinking about a taxi! A brief glance downwards disabused her of that straight away—unless he got excited about the thought of those square, black cars.
“I may have an erection that’s uncomfortable and demanding attention and wants the attention to come from you, but I promise you, unless you want it to, nothing will happen, and I’ll make sure I have those off-putting thoughts I told you about. I like to think I am a gentleman and a Dom, and as such I keep my word. You turn me on with a look, Jules, but I’m not a randy teenager who can’t keep his body in check.” He laughed. “I’m a randy thirty-something, who can damn well have a good try! Not sure how well I’m succeeding at the moment, though.”
“Just what are you thinking about to get in that state, Gray?” Jules had not realized how provocative she sounded until she had spoken. She was going to have to think before she opened her mouth. She deserved it if he thought she was a tease.
His voice, however, was mild, full of promise.
“You, Jules, just you. Without that dress, lovely though it is. Naked. Under me while I explore every delicious inch of you—with my eyes, my hands, my mouth. With all my body. Over me, whilst you return the favours. With you tied up, blindfolded, ready for me. Me, inside you, feeling you tight around me, feeling you come for me as I come for you.” He paused. “That’s for starters.”
Calmly, he took another sip of water, although the hand that held the glass shook. Jules hoped it was with passion and not anger.
Gray looked at his hand. “See what you do to me? Make me shake with anticipation. Something very alien to my nature. Or so I had supposed. I would always have said I was cool and collected. Contained. I’m a Dom, always in control. Note I didn’t say in charge. You, pet, as my sub, always have the last word. I’d have described myself as someone who approached things logically, slowly and after careful consideration. Not at all impulsive."
It's out on Amazon on the 22nd
And The Contract was out everywhere a few weeks ago.
As far as Ruari is concerned he has a contract with Nicki, and he's going to make
sure she fulfils it.
It was a false hope she hadn't seen the way he'd shifted in his chair. Or the way his body had altered the shape of his chinos.
"Down boy. I'm not on the menu."
Ruari swore his cheeks were the color of her dress. "Sorry, but I'm too tired to control my reactions. Luckily also too tired to act on them."
She giggled. "Don’t think you might wake them up. I've trained in self defense. Oh and contacted Mike at the hotel to get verification you're who you say you are. You pass the Mike-test. By the sound of it your passport photo makes you look like a cross between a young Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig, and someone called Smolley. That's according to Shanaia, who checked you in." She winked. "I reckon that is not a good mix, but each to their own."
Ruari spluttered and almost choked on a mouthful of coffee. "Good grief I hope not, I'd no doubt get all their bad bits."
"Do they have any?" Nikki sniggered. "I mean Pierce and Daniel as Mr. Bond? They could play their cards right and have me."
She shook her head. "Your guess is as good as mine there. No idea who he is but evidently, according to Shanaia, he's the best thing since sliced bread and what he can't do with his hands isn't worth mentioning. I told her not to mention what he could do with them either and she said I needed to open my mind and live. A scary thought if a guy named Smolley and his hands are involved." Nikki rolled her eyes and grinned.
It was too much. Ruari laughed out loud, spilled his coffee all over his cream chinos and choked.
chair swivel jiggle
and drum Roll
I have two books out this month The Rock Star's Wife, and The Racing Driver's Wife. All three of those are Evernight Publishing.
In fact Evernight have just accepted the first three books of a Regency Series—Cursed Treasure—so I'm all over happy.
(Well I would be if the internet stopped playing silly b's and let me email this to Doris.
The net is back so I better wash Buda's face, and rush this to Doris.
Thanks for letting me ramble, oh and if you comment I've two copies of The Contract
or Taken Identity to give away…
Love R x